"Campi di sterminio"

December 27, 2018 "Day of Memory"

My graphic and my mother's poetry.

In the Terezin ghetto

He wanted to run through the grass
perfumed;
he could not touch her
nor to see it:
he was a little Jew
without heat,
with an already heavy look
of penalty,
closed in the ghetto.
A limited fence
and worn mud,
barbed wire to shore
pain
of a people without a country.
"If I fly," the boy dreamed
that showed in the wind
all his tender bones,
-I will fly - dreamed -
I'll touch the blue sky,
I'll see a green lawn.
And the smile
his face lit up
like a flower
that opens in the sun
and he did it nice.
In the Terezin ghetto
there was no light
to live,
nor hope to resist.
There was only a child's dream
who wanted to fly
in the blue sky.

Giuliana Angeli Donati
(From "You walk, man, next to me ..." Edizioni Biemmegraf, Macerata)